- 7 years ago
My SO and I met before we “met”, apparently. He loves to tell me all the time how he knew the moment he first saw me (at a mutual club meeting) that something amazing was going to happen. I don’t remember this, but I do remember the first time we officially met. I felt the same way, and it was really hard for me to keep myself contained. Haha.
In any case, it turns out that I’m three years older than he is. This really bothered me at first, and was the reason for a delay in our official courtship – we saw each other all the time, but I was really hesitant. I didn’t want to get in too deep with someone who wasn’t equally as vested as I would be.
Finally, many months later, I asked him to drive to a different city to go to a themed bowling tournament with me (friends were hosting). He agreed, even dressed up, and we departed. He surprised me with a stop by his parents house (who happen to live in a town on the way to the different city) and his Mother had made me special vegan cinnamon buns. Mmm.. 🙂 Long story short, on the way back from the tournament, I couldn’t help but sit in his passenger seat and contemplate our future together. I was driving myself crazy. Halfway back, a blizzard struck. It took us nearly twice as long to get back as it should have, nearly ending up in the ditch a time or two. He dropped me off at home, opened my door for me and helped me maneouver through the snow to my door. Very romantic, huge soft falling snowflakes, a dim streetlight, and no one around us at 2am. The sucker still didn’t try to kiss me. I was a mess.
The next day, I decided something needed to be done, so I drove to his place and demanded a relationship from him. I got what I asked for, and then some. He told me he’d loved me since he first saw me. We’ve been inseparable ever since.
About 9 months later, we decided to move in together. His lease was up and I was in a cramped living situation. So, to his family’s slight dismay, we embarked on our “living in sin” adventure.
Approximately one year and 6 months after moving in together, we purchased our first home together. Which is where we are at now. In our house, with our dog, and talking about getting married. In fact, we talked lots before we bought our house. We’ve gone ring shopping, priced out a reasonable budget, and now I’m in limbo. Waiting for the question.
See, I don’t care about the question. I don’t want lots of drama or intrigue. I just want to marry the guy and spend the rest of my life being “Mrs.Logic” (he’s the Man of Logic, afterall). But my SO, he’s a very stubborn man. And he wants what he wants. And what he wants is to buy me a beautiful ring (because apparently, getting engaged without a ring just isn’t okay in his books) and propose to me when I’m least expecting it. I think his entire family expected it the day we bought our house. I expected it at Christmas or NYE. He’s on borrowed time at this point! 😉
Nevertheless, we’ve decided on a late June/early July wedding. I have very precious family members visiting at that time from across the pond (England and Spain) and it makes the most sense to celebrate when people are already spending thousands of dollars to visit us. We’ve decided to not make it official until there’s a ring involved. But at the same time, I feel like we need to get this pony out of the gate, so to speak. We’re wasting valuable time by not informing the people around us. How on earth can I possibly plan things when I have no idea what is happening? Or even how many people we should be inviting?
There is another issue to this; my FMIL is quite overbearing. And my own Mum passed away 5 years ago, making this a very emotional situation for myself. We want a small, intimate, fun party, and I’m worried that all of my ideas and visions for this celebration will be run out of town by my FMIL’s ideas and visions.
We want antique, casual with an aire of formality, and FUN. FUN is the keyword here. Did I mention, we want to pay for this all by ourselves? My future in-laws are going to protest and demand that we get more than the sum of our wants. I dread these conversations.
So that there, that’s my “waiting” story. Waiting for my groom to get-on-with-it-already, waiting to be able to pick a venue, set a date, and tell the people I love that we’re tying the knot. It’s driving me mental. And the longer I wait, the more crap I dream up to do. Did I mention, we want to get married in 6-7 months? And we want to pay for this ourselves? And very DIY?
Hurry up, Man of Logic.